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 Posted: Sat Nov 11, 2006 8:52 pm
"Mememememe?" Enoh teased back, a sly grin on her lips, even though his kisses sent shivers down her spine. Damn, he was hard to resist..! But she had to, she had to toy with hiiiiiim...! Her gaze went to the crib. "Nn...Making another one, huh...? That might just take a few tries.." She purred, lifting his hand to playfully n** at the tips of his fingers. Turning around to face him, she wrapped her arms about his shoulders, her own tail swaying happily. "Still want to..?" She asked rather redundantly.
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Posted: Sat Nov 11, 2006 10:29 pm
"Only repeatedly." He answered, bending his arm around to jab the backs of her knees, sending her dropping down into his waiting arms. He swept her up and held her in his lap, hugging her adoringly.
"Trying is the best part!" He replied, flipping her over for some good ol' fashioned tickling, cuddling, and.. other things.
In that order. heart
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Posted: Wed Dec 06, 2006 7:20 pm
"A little tape here.. good thing this is a small box.. hm. Need to hold this and get another piece of tape on it, but it's so.. awkward."
Nio was wrapping a small jewelry box, after having done Christmas shopping for his wife and a few of his children a little early. He was going to hide it from them in the closet until Christmas rolled closer, but it felt best to get some of it out of the way now, before things got hectic. Besides.. he had passed the jewelry store on the way home from the mall, and seen a sight so beautiful, it deserved to be on Enoh's skin. That alone was a rarity to achieve.
The wrapping, however, wasn't going as well as he'd hoped. The box kept shifting in the wrapping, and he couldn't keep hold everywhere.
"If only I had another pair of arms or something!"
"I'll help you daddy!" Chimed an unfamiliar, but cheerful voice. Nio looked up, with a piece of tape pressed between his lips and one eye open. A second of staring, and both eyes opened to confirm what he was looking at. His lips parted, but the tape was still stuck to his bottom lip, and there it stayed.
"Wha?"
"Uh.. Aurion?"
The little boy perked up in a grin. "Yes daddy?"
".. Put your finger here."
And so he did. And as the toddler helped his father wrap Enoh's Christmas present, the presence of an older Aurion began to sink in. Nio swelled with pride.
"You're growing into quite the young man, arent'cha sport?"
"Yup!"
Nio's eyes narrowed in mischief. "Has your mother seen you yet?"
"Nope!"
"Eh. Hehe. Ehehe."
Aurion tugged one of his ears into his mouth, staring wide eyed at his father. He looked a little scary! He didn't fuss, however, when Nio picked the boy up, and put him back in his old crib. He couldn't believe he slept here for so long.. now he hardly even fit sitting up!
"Get down low, and don't say a peep until I give you the sign. Okay?"
Aurion nodded, confused. As his father turned to leave, Aurion opened his mouth to ask what the sign was.. but then remembered he couldn't say a peep. What a conundrum!
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Posted: Mon Dec 25, 2006 1:48 am
 Two boxes left at the doorstep, one for Adonis and one for Aurion. Aurion's held this inside! Thanks Merlyn!
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Posted: Tue Apr 29, 2008 10:02 pm
Aurion could hear the sounds of scratching even over the cartoon show he was trying to watch in the living room. It was disturbing him! He crawled off the couch with some difficulty and walked over to the kitchen, where his big big brother was pressing down on a thick pen very hard. His face was scrunged up in concentration, and he didn't even notice his little brother had entered the room. Donny had a slice of pizza in his other hand, and absent-mindedly took a bite every so often.
"Whatcha doing?" Aurion asked. At the first word, Donny jumped in surprise, and almost dropped his pizza. A pepperoni slid off and smacked on the corner of the paper.
"Aurion!" Donny cried out, his voice pitching in a slight whine. "I didn't realize you were there." He picked the pepperoni off the paper and sighed, before looking at his little brother.
The two looked at each other blankly for a moment, before Donny narrowed his eyes. "Aurion.. did you just come over here to say my name and give me a heart attack?"
The little boy giggled and shook his head, before moving to climb on his brother's lap and look at the letter.
"Sorry about your letter Donny." He murmured sheepishly. Donny smiled and set his head on top of the little one's.
"It's okay. What's up?"
"You were working so hard on it.. I could hear it from the other room. Whatcha working on?"
"It's a letter."
"To who?" Aurion's ears made way as he turned his head up to look at his big brother curiously.
"My friend Elena. I like writing her letters."
"How come?"
"Uhm.. I don't know. I just do."
Aurion giggled and climbed off his brother's lap. "Well try not to scratch down so hard, okay?"
Donny smirked and nodded his head. "Sure, Aurion. Sorry. I'm done, anyway." He folded the letter and put it in an envelope. "Want to walk with me to the post office?"
Aurion jumped up and down. "Yeah! We can buy the new GTA game! I saw a commercial and-"
"AHAHAHAHA. No." Donny rolled his eyes and took his brother's hand as they headed out for the post office.
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Posted: Sun Dec 28, 2008 11:39 pm
Christmas Antics 12.27.08 9:47AM
The date flashed in red underneath the recording that Aurion had just made of himself. Shaky at first, he had set his brother's camcorder, (one of many gifts he'd found abandoned on the floor the day after Christmas), crookedly on the desk, where he then attempted to record himself re-enacting what he thought were sweet lightsaber moves taken directly from Star Wars. As he watched himself fling a stick around his living room and stumble over furniture, he realized he did not look a thing like Luke Skywalker, but more like a total moron. He prepared to delete the scene, when he realized that the footage afterward, while pitch black, had audio on it that he had not recorded. From what it sounded like, his brother had left the present running, with the cap on, while he rifled through his presents with his best friend Armel, who had come over the evening of Christmas. Hoping for some incriminating evidence, the boy propped the camcorder on the couch, flopped down, and set in to listen to his brother and Armel's private conversation with glee.
------------------------------------------------------------------------ The recording begins with the sound of the camera being dropped like a stone on the floor, followed by the end of the sentence: "-could have sprung for better."
Armel: "I s'pose so. Cannae tell the difference in quality in those kin' o' things."
Adonis: "I can. It's crap. What's this? It looks easy to break."
Armel: "Haha, alright, t's crap. Mmm? Maybe that means t's spensive? Looks kind of like an egg..."
Adonis: "Can we eat it?"
Armel: "...Dunno. You try it first?" Shuffling noises and crinkling paper sounds, "Though if'n yer hungry I brought some candy."
Adonis: Thud. "******** that, I'll chip a tooth. Candy please!"
Armel: More crinkling and rustling, "Yeah, wouldn't want to do that," paper-rip, "Eh? Oh, a game. Heh. Looks kinda cheesy."
Adonis: "HAHAHAHA, YOUR DAD STILL GIVES YOU GAMES!?" More laughing, followed by paper tearing and shredding, and the abrupt end of laughter, and a pregnant pause. "I'm going to break this chutes and ladders over his head. So help me Mel. I swear it."
Armel: "Shut up, you!" Laughter ensues after Adonis' vow, "Maybe y'should burn it in th' fireplace in front of 'im. Migh' get th' point across a lot better."
Adonis: Another pause. Thud. Crackling fire sounds. "I'm sure he'll see it later. I'm raiding my stocking for chocolate."
Armel: "Raiders of the Chocolate Sock, pahahaha." Rustlerustle, chain clinking sounds, "Eh?"
Adonis: "What was that?"
Armel: "Your doom," more chain clinking, "Dunno what it is looks like one o'them gold chains."
Adonis: A long pause. ".. Hold on a second." Frantic rustling, something that sounds like a tree being attacked, and a muffled "-Okay. I got. Uh. A new toga. A G.I. J-" Quieter, "-what the hell? Seriously?" Then at normal volume again, "-Left 4 Dead, oh that's a good one, I want to keep that, nevermind." More rustling, before his voice is at full volume again, out of the tree. "Okay a toga, and a discman, I got. Wanna trade?"
Armel: A bunch of clattering and thudding sounds as if a bag had suddenly been emptied of its contents, "Sure, I'll trade the discman for ...." Odd rattling sound some DVD cases make when their containers are shaken.
Adonis: "That's.. damn, I actually want that. Okay deal." A pause, then the sound of several little things clattering on the floor. "Want anything from my stocking? Other than that 20 of course. Snatch'd!"
Armel: "Y'can have it. Da' must 'ave forgotten 'e already got it f'me." Chuckling from Armel, "No fair!" Something clicks against a far off wall as if it was thrown, in a light playful manner, of course.
Adonis: "Oh. OH. You wanna play like that, do you? Two can play at tha-hey what's that over there?" A second pause, before the muted sound of something hitting flesh and bone. "EAT CANDY CANE WENCH!"
Armel: "AUGH, MY EYE!" Over-acting tone of voice ... Pause ... Pause ... "******** that." Sudden sound of someone getting up and pattering of feet and a grunt.
Adonis: Muffled outcry, and a few more grunts, before "HEY HEY That's-" Unnaturally girlish giggling permeates the next few words "-cheating stop oh my god you little cheater! This shall not go unpunished!"
Armel: Struggling sounds, "G'me th' twenny an' we'll talk!"
Adonis: "NEVER!!" More girlish giggles. "YOUR CHILDREN'S CHILDREN WILL SUFFER FOR THI-OH MY GOD OKAY FINE HERE JUST STOPPP"
Armel: Heavy thud of someone falling off to the floor and then heavy panting, "Y'giggle like a girl." Snide tone of voice.
Adonis: "Shut up." A huffed voice pants out. A few moments of catching their breath, before a quieter, hushed voice continues. "Remember that you swore not to tell anyone about that, too." A thud of a lower body hitting the floor, before paper rustling continues. "Hey, look. Christmas socks. That's manly. Did you sew these for me yourself?" A deliberately manlier chuckle ends the question.
Armel: Falsetto tone, "Why yes I did, darling. Later I'll bake you a piiii~iiiieeee," followed by a very ungirly giggle that sounds oddly like a horse laughing.
Adonis: A thick sound reminiscent of a punch to a gut. "They don't say who they're from." A pause. "They're warm, anyway." Another pause. "You keep looking at me like that, and I am going to punch you again. Also, I'm taking this hershey's bar. It's mine now."
Armel: "Umph!" Mumbling and then, "Y'hit like a girl any'ow." Teasing tone. "We'll just 'ave to see about that. Sudden sound of attack is made but it seems the mark is missed and there is a sudden struggle issuing from the area that held the christmas tree, "Shitshitshitmotherwhore."
Adonis: "NOIT'SMINE." Strugglegruntpush "Crap catch it Mel NO WAIT Oh there it goes." And the unmistakable sound of a giant ornate Christmas tree crashing down into a living room, complete with the sounds of glass shattering and other ripping and tearing sounds, thunders through the recording. "... We're boned."
Armel: Very boned..." Momentary pause, "I say we blame one o'yer brothers."
Adonis: "Agreed. Aurion. He breaks everything." A pause. "But we should at least try to fix it first.. help me bring it back up."
Armel: "Well I s'pose tha'd only be right." Sounds of rustling start as they begin the attempt for fixing the fallen tree.
Adonis: "Here get this side, it's slipping .. watch that tinsel, it's stuck on the- there we go, and.. okay. Most important things first.. let's get the good gifts out of the way."
Armel: "A'ight." Sounds of stuff being adjusted and then things being picked up and semi-hastily put into to a bag. "Don' think anyone'll catch on, do ye?"
Adonis: "Nah. There's no way to prove-" Loud shuffling sounds drown out his voice, before a final excruciatingly loud THUD, and then static.------------------------------------------------------------------------
Aurion lay frozen on the couch, eyes bugged out, stunned beyond belief.
A minute or two went by in this way, before the inevitable happened.
"MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
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Posted: Fri May 14, 2010 12:20 am
The (surprising) quiet that filled the normally bustling household was broken only by the soft tapping sounds of little, awkward fingers as they crept over a keyboard clumsily. Every so often, a childish sigh of frustration penetrated the still quiet.
Across the screen, the graphics of the game Aurion was failing at trying to play mimed out epic battles without sound of their struggle, as the boy was stealthily playing with the speakers shut off. He'd seen some of his older siblings playing earlier, and the game had captivated him. Unfortunately, unlike his video games; which used the ease of a controller and allowed even his young mind to control a character using only four buttons and a set of arrow keys; this game was just too complex.
Another little sigh cut through the air, and the tapping stopped as his fingers stilled.
The family were all out, for once, on their own little errands. Aurion had been lucky enough to escape being wrangled into a shopping trip, since his big brother agreed to 'babysit' him in exchange for being allowed to stay home as well.
Aurion glanced quickly at the staircase, checking for any warning that Adonis was done neglecting him. A new surge of determination coursed through the little toddler, and he took to the keyboard once more with fervor.
It wasn't long before he was submerged in a world of elves and demons, and he lost track of time. The sounds of movement from behind were lost on him, and it was only when frustration made him give up once again, did he notice that his was not the only sigh that broke the silence.
He turned around slowly, and looked up, and up, and up. His brother Adonis was glaring down at him, wings flared just slightly.
"You're not supposed to be playing that game." His brother reminded him, with a complex mixture of annoyance and apathy warring in his voice.
"Don't tell mom and dad! Please? I just wanted to try it."
Adonis' gaze flickered up at the screen for a moment, taking in the sight of a dead draenai lying facedown in the middle of the screen. He opened his mouth to respond, but noticed something odd about the character. His lips shut, and he leaned in to take the mouse. With a quick slide, he opened up the inventory of the character Aurion had been playing, and his jaw dropped.
"I don't think it's mom and dad you've got to worry about." He whispered to his brother, biting back a grin.
"Why?"
"You know you're playing on Thoreau's account, right?"
Aurion winced and nodded his head shamefully. "He's the only one who left his info." He pointed out the little post-it note on the table.
"I don't know HOW you did this, Aurion," Adonis began, and let out a single laugh, before shaking his head. "But you sharded all his epics."
"What does that mean?"
Adonis slapped his hand to his mouth. Through muffled laughter, he tried to answer in a way that his poor, soon to be deceased little brother would understand.
"It means you just permanently deleted a years worth of his hard work." He slapped his brothers shoulder roughly.
"It's been nice knowing you, boy."
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